Memory Of Love (9781101603024) (2013) - Plot & Excerpts
Ika’s question during that early meal together awakened memories. Some of those on which I seldom dwelled. Those that sat at the furthermost back of my mind as an ever-present background murmur, a sea forever undulating in a constrained dark place. Never visible, yet always there. Those memories coloured everything. In a sense, they were the reason I lived where I lived, did what I did. Perhaps they were my reason for living. I carried them in my thoughts and in my dreams, but never as a shape or form, only as a fragrance, a colour, a mood, that in its elusiveness yet seemed like a prerequisite for everything else. In a way, living with those memories felt similar to living with my heart: I trusted them to be there and support me, but I rarely gave them a conscious thought. After Ika had left that day I walked down to the beach, and I allowed myself to think. I thought about the journey. How I came to land here on the other side of the earth. Almost fifteen years ago.
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